The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 54

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 54: Fierce Little Kitten**

**Thora’s POV:**

I bore the searing pain that coursed through my body and, with a determined flick of my fingertips, activated my telekinesis. The air around me shimmered with energy.

In an instant, the gun that had been concealed at his waist soared through the space between us, landing squarely in my palm as if it had been waiting for me.

Seizing the moment of his astonishment, I executed a powerful kick backward with my rear leg while simultaneously pushing against his arm with my other hand. The force propelled me free from his grasp. I spun around, gun aimed directly at his head, my heart racing with adrenaline.

Surprisingly, his expression was not one of rage but rather one of exhilaration. His eyes sparkled with a curious excitement as he remarked, “So, you’re also an ability user.”

I steadied my aim, my gaze flicking over his attire. His military boots looked brand new but were smeared with dirt, a contradiction that piqued my interest. The empty holster at his waist hinted at hidden compartments, and his movements were fluid, revealing years of experience with firearms.

Military?

No, something about his demeanor didn’t align with that.

“You want to kill me?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice, as if the idea was a mere joke.

“No,” I replied, my voice steady and sincere, my finger hovering near the trigger. “I just wanted to test you. But for safety’s sake, this gun should probably remain with me.”

This was no ordinary weapon; this custom-made handgun was intricately engraved with patterns designed to resist the corrosive powers of werewolves. I could catch a glimpse of silver bullets nestled within the magazine, each one crafted specifically to combat creatures of the night.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigue flickering across his features. “You really do act like a soldier. But I doubt they would send someone like you, who hasn’t even awakened their wolf spirit, to handle me on your own, would they?”

I remained silent, unsure of who “they” were or what their intentions might be regarding him. My eyes remained locked on his movements, cautious and alert.

His gaze dropped to his watch, and a shadow passed over his cold, captivating eyes. “Hey, kid, I don’t have time to play with you anymore.”

The moment he uttered those words, the gun in my hand felt as though it had transformed into a lead weight, dragging me down.

Before I could react, the weapon slipped from my grip, and a swift black shadow darted past me.

In the blink of an eye, he had seized the gun, positioning himself against my back.

One arm wrapped around my waist, while his other hand pressed the cold metal of the gun firmly against my temple.

His breath, warm and surprisingly intimate, brushed against my ear, but the closeness radiated nothing but danger.

Every fiber of my being tensed at his presence. Even the tips of my fingers were gathering energy, ready to unleash my fire manipulation ability at a moment’s notice.

“I’m in a hurry today. See you around, interesting stranger,” he said, his voice smooth and confident.

With that, he lowered the gun, pivoted, and vanished down the long corridor, leaving only silence in his wake.

I stood there, staring at the spot where he had disappeared, my heart still racing as I gradually relaxed my tightly coiled muscles.

It was evident that this world was home to ability users, just like me.

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